The Silent Pain I Feel

The Silent Pain I Feel

There are days when I feel everything—
the earth,
the sky,
the silence between it all.

And sometimes, I wonder if the world feels me too.

The wind silently spoke to the earth.
My body feels the shivers
of the earth crying—
and I, too, feel that way.

I’ve spent so long hiding my voice,
thinking it wasn’t enough,
thinking I wasn’t enough.

But I’ve always been writing.

In whispers.
In poems no one saw.
In feelings I couldn’t explain
except in rhythm and quiet lines.

I see the moon, bright and alive.
I wish my own light
could shine like yours,
dear moon.

This—right here—is me trying.
Trying to let my light show.
Trying to make sense of my feelings,
and maybe help someone else feel less alone too.

I don’t have it all figured out.
But I’m done staying silent.

I’m writing now—
not because I’m certain,
but because I’m finally allowing myself to be seen.

Even if it’s just a whisper in the wind,
or a quiet shimmer beside the moon—
I hope it reaches someone.

Even you.

— M. Pederson

Afterword
In my silence, I never felt like I could speak.
My words never seemed to form, and writing became the only way I knew how to use my voice.

I know that now—that even in a loud world, a silent voice can still appear…
and make someone feel, too.